Moon Walk Poem by Satish Verma

Moon Walk



A frosty look when
moon floats in a cup.
I was uneasy.

Rose was rose.
Thorns want to tear it up.
Blood was mine.

After moon it
will be dark. I walk back
to find a candle.

Thursday, November 29, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: moon,rose
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